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:: Sunday, July 17, 2005 ::

Three a.m. Thought

This starts with my experience in band over the years, though it applies to choral music, as well. There are some songs that you play that are meant to be fast. And they're fun fast. Notes that just fall under your fingers, in runs and counter melodies that sound great loud.

You can go too fast, though--like a spirited horse, the band plows on, afraid to slow down, enjoying the unbridled gallop. It comes through in the performance. If you've experienced it, you can hear it.

Why do I bring this up? At school, right outside the tour office, a band has been rehearsing in the main theatre. They are quite good, and play all kinds of neat music, ranging from Gershwin to The Producers. Then they came to a song, I don't even know what it was, but it had a danger element to it. It was exhilarating, but made me want to cringe at the same time--they're going too fast... they're going to crash... the cringing was me waiting for the kaboom.

Being that wild while playing is fun, but it's not the desired end result. You want to be fast, but controlled. To continue the horse metaphor, it's like the difference between an unbridled stallion and a properly trained and guided racehorse. Pure speed isn't going to get you very far unless you know how to control it.

Okay, weird rant over. Now for some more real stuff.

First of all, a public apology to those I owe e-mails too. Okay, only one person has sent me an e-mail, but I still need to reply--so sorry, Van! I wrote the e-mail twice, then once due to computer error, and again due to human error, it got swallowed by the internet. An answer will come soon. Hopefully. -_^

Eeep, gotta sleep before the sun rises!

/me dives into bed


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